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Posted:Oct 8, 2015 9:14 am
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It was bad enough when VisionPersonals.com made it so that one could no longer send messages to those that you had already chated with. But now they let Gold members send Standard members messages that Standard members cannot read without upgrading. WTF! I refuse to upgrade until VisionPersonals.com stops thier BS. I get a lot of views all because someone "Accidentally" rolls across my name not really meaning to view!
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Why are they Adding an F to GLBT?
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Posted:Aug 31, 2015 4:32 pm
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2015 9:15 am
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Why do people think it is necessary to add an "F" to the GLBT?
Just to be sure that we are in the same page. That stands for Gay Lesbian Bi-Sexual and Trans (both Gender and Sexual)
For years member of the Gay community has fought over derogatory names. Flames, Fairy's, Faggots, Homo's, Dyke, Bull-Dyke, Tranni, Lesibow, Sissys, Sissy-pants. Queers. Twinkle Toes. Limp Wrists, Gender-Benders, and many more.
It has been a long and hard fight to attempt to remove them for the vocabulary. And it is one that we all must still fight!
When you ask some Straight people of what a gay man looks like, some will answer you; "A man in a Dress!" Even though most males that wear dresses (or dress as a woman) are Heterosexual. They like escape of being another sex. A fantasy you might say. Then there are those that feel trapped in the wrong sex. For them they would never think of having sex with another man and if they do. . . they do not see it as being Gay but Straight. For them having sex as if they were a woman while dressed as woman is STRAIGHT!. They would NEVER find themselves having sex with a man as a man!. in Their minds they are woman when dressed. And yet some will argue that they are Gay.
When woman started to wear pants people said they were ALL Gay and we know that today that s not true1
But why are they adding the the letter "F" to GBLT?
"F" stands for Faggot! This is something that the Gay community should not allow!
If there are people that believe that the word Faggot must be added I can only pray that this will not happen.
I am NOT (as the old fashion WEBSTERS DICTIONARY says a bundle of Sticks nor am I a Cigarette as Fags are called in England! I am Tans-Gender myself.
For those that want to call themselves a Faggot. . . say to yourself or your friends! DO NOT expect us to use the term.
Some may be wanting to use this term to take ownership of it To desensitize the word so to say. much like you will hear the word"Dyke" Yet the only other time I ever hear people call themselves Dyke is when they are talking about "Dykes on Wheels'
If there are those that want to call themselves faggots then from a club and go on parade as "Faggots on Parade" or something. But do not expect others to use the term
"Faggot" is a derogatory title and it is not one you hear me ever use!
GBLTF will not fly with me and several thousand others. Keep the name GBLT!
The word makes me sick and I find it demeaning! Do not give it credence to the Haters of the world!
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A long but simple responce
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Posted:May 5, 2015 6:27 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:19 am
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First things first! “Change is a difficult thing to accomplish. Some changes are easy, while others are so much more difficult.”
What I am talking about is the way Transgender’s are thought of. Most, if not all, the time we are pictured as men in dresses, both by Gay and straight’s alike. And, I will admit there are times, even at our best, we are seen only as men in dresses! Most of the times we are already aware we do not pass! So we do not need our faults pointed out. Remember we are people too! But at least we are out there and not hiding in the closet!
I know from my time growing up that people made fun of being Gay. Calling them Queers, Fagots Homo’s, and many other hurtful words. And when most people thought of Gay men they pictured men in dresses. As “Closet or Drag Queens” And only that! To be Gay they were nothing but Men in dresses! We know that is not the way! Not now! Not Then! But that is the way society saw Gay men.
So for me, in a way, I can understand the way gay men see us. To them Transgender’s are the laughing stock of Gay men. And we all know that is not necessarily true. One does not need to wear a dress to be Gay! Some do but the majority of Gay men don’t. We are what society makes us!
Transgender people, and I say people, because we are not all men, there are women out there to only society does not see women dressing as men that hard to believe. But all in all we, both men and women, do strive to “fit in” It it just so much more difficult to do so as a man dressed as a woman.
I will admit there are some Transgender’s that are Gay, Or even Bi-sexual, But many, many more, like myself, see themselves as straight even though they would like to have sex with a genetically same partner. For they see themselves as being the gender they wish they could be. I even know of a few men that after hanging their sex changed they still prefer the pleasure of a female.
It also needs to be said that not all wish to go under the knife. Some do decide to go through the many hours of surgery and the physiological changes to change their gender, but here again, many also choose not to. Some don’t because of costs, some because of family needs and, or their jobs. A position of society dictation.
I know I have a choice, and I have chosen to live my life in both worlds. Mostly because of the stigma society has cast as being seen as Gay.
Yes, I would love to walk down the street during the day dressed as a woman.
Yes I would love to go out on a date with a man or out with friends dressed as a woman.
Yes, I would like to have sex with a man.
But only because I see myself as a Real Woman!
I also know that unless you are in those very same shoes, or in my case heels, it is hard to understand. But is that not the same lack of understanding pressed on those people who are Gay? After all, do we all not all suffer from the misunderstanding society has place on all of us that do not conform to societies ideas?
In a “Normal “world don’t women have sex with men? It is what society has dictated from the beginning of time. Personally I understand that Gay men and women have their preferences. So why is it so hard to understand mine? Why do people think that because we are Transgender then that makes us Gay?
Sure, there are times I wish I had the courage to change my gender, but then there are also times I like being what I am. Me! And I choose to keep my time as a woman secret; I do dress because it is what I feel comfortable with. That is me. I choose to go out as a Woman!
Yet there are many, and I do mean many out there that do not understand and that is the way it is. What really bothers me is the WAY they choose to display their animosity towards me and others like me that hurt. I do not mean in a physical way like assaulting physically but with the snide looks. Snide comments, the insults heaped upon us? Both direct and indirect.
Have observed people in group and individually. I have over heard women talking bad about other women of the differences in their breast being to large or too small. Men say the same things are they real? Or Memorex?
I too find myself wishing that I could have larger breasts, but not too large. Nicer legs, hips, ass. I wish I could wear my hair as mine and not in a wig. I wish I could expose more skin but not so much as to seam I am only half dressed. I wish I was able to walk more feminine and not like a lumberjack. Due to a stroke, I lose my balance so heels are no longer an option for me for now. I do not look for, or want pity because of this. I husr want people to see me as myself only I am dressed as a woman.
There are a lot of things I wish I could do.
But one thing I truly wish for is help and understanding.
What can you do? If you have a question then ask me or other Transgender people the question you wish an answered for. If the question is embarrassing for us to answer, most will say so. You would be surprised if asked many would be more than willing to answer you. But do not push us to answer! Transgenderism is not a group thing! There are many reasons and responses and rarely are two alike. So do Ask and please never assume or generalize Individuals. We are people just like you with wants and needs
And for you Ladies . . . We, Transgender’s need help and sometimes we are human and do not appreciate unwelcomed advice. But offer it to us anyway. We may reject it at first but over time we can see what it is you are meaning to say.
And you to you guy’s . . Just because we are men in a dress, never, and I MEAN NEVER think we are Gay! We may wish for sex from you but we are after all in our hearts and minds Women! So do not assume we want to penetrate you! Three letters A-S-K
Treat me as a Woman And I will give you the same respect!
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Life as a T-Girl part 15
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Posted:Mar 20, 2015 4:36 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:19 am
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Part 15 Cruising
It can take me a few hours to get all dressed and ready. Showering, shaving, make-up, hair, nails, and finally clothes ALL take time. And it hurts when I finally actually find a man that is ready and willing to meet.
I do get nervous. Nervous that he may not show! Nervous, that all he wants is for me to go to my knees and just give him a blow job? Nervous, that he will not kiss me. Nervous, that if we Kiss, feel each other up, get undressed and I find that he is a bit too thick for me. Nervous that if we click his is right for me will he refuses to wear protection. All this and more, runs through my girlish mind.
Let me tell you about a normal night out goes before I learned about Changes the bar I go to.
So, considering people that I am close to and live with do not know that I dress. I shower and shave then put on my underwear and stocking. I then head out the door to go into the basement to put on my Make-up, Blouse, Skirt, heels, Jewelry, hair, and finally my nails. Now I walk back upstairs listening for other and hoping no one is coming in the door. I make it outside!
I light a cigarette and walk over and get in my car. So far, so good!
I start the car and pull out to Aurora and go south to Capitol Hill. I drive up Denny Way to Broadway and I discover I am low on cigarettes so I turn left then right onto John St. I drive up John St. to 15th Ave E and turn right. There is a 7-11 store down one block it is a store I have been inside many times but I still get nervous walk in. I start to drive past to see how busy they are and see there are a few people inside, so I pull into the parking lot.
I put the transmission in park and shut the engine off un-do my seat belt and grab my wallet. As I open my door of my car another car pulls up alongside as a young couple walks out of the store. I walk in the doorway. My heart racing as it always does when I leave the anonymousness of my car. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me. I want to bolt back to me car. But, I am low on cigarettes and this is the fastest place I know where I can get in and out.
The guy in the car that just pulled up next to me, walks in behind me I can see his reflection in the door as he’s checking me out! I wait in line behind two guys buying beer. While one pays the other licks his lips and give quite whistle. His friend looks over at me and they both smile and I return the smiles.
It is finally my turn so I ask for pack of Salem gold 100’s. The clerk smiles at me and says it nice to see me. It’s been a while. It has, almost two weeks and he still remember what I smoke. I give him a ten and even with my manly hands he put the change into my hand touching my skin ever so gently. I am not sure but he may have even winked at me.
I take my cigarettes and as I walk out the door the guy standing in line behind me opens the door for me. I smile and thank him. Girls still like men to hold and open doors for them. I get back into my car. Fasten my seat belt and give myself a big breath and sigh.
In the mirror I check my lipstick and fix my lips. I turn right on 15th, drive down to Madison then turn onto Pike St. It looks like the cops are out in force tonight. I wait in the normally heavy traffic at the light at Broadway I see this black guy I know that sells rugs and I no he is wanting to sell me some tonight.
I don’t do drugs and I have told him over and over again. I did give him a blow job a couple of times but he loves to sell drugs!
I drive around the area a few blocks here. A few blocks there and finally find a place to park on Harvard.
I park my car and wait for most of the people to walk on by. I finally get the gumption to get out. I stand on the sidewalk working out the path I will follow and I walk towards Pine St. The taxis are cursing by with several honking at me and asking if I need a taxi. I wave them off and continue walking. I am nervous but I try to walk like I have a purpose. At the corner I stand as another group of people stand with me. The women smile. A couple of the guys give me a look. One even smiles at me but when the light changes we all walk on. Down the small hill I go to the next block where the “R” place is at. There are a large group of mixed crowd standing, talking and smoking as I walk past. A guy even whistles at me as I continue to walk.
At summit I turn left towards Pike St. A car drives slowly by; I smile as he continues on. At Pike I turn left again walking back towards where I parked my car. At Boylston I stop at the corner a, as I usually do, and check out the flyer, hand bills stapled to the utility pole. I find some new ones and put on my glasses to read a few. Several cars drive by and stop for the stop sign. A few are looking me over as I read the bills. I finish a cigarette just as this guy pulls up. I have seen him drive by a few times but this time he rolls a window down and asks if we can talk.
I look at him and around the area and climb in.
As he drives we both introduce ourselves and he asks me what I am up to. My normal answer is not much and you. The same he says. We drive around a few more blocks and he puts a hand on my leg and sees that I am comfortable with him on my leg. As we continue to drive he takes my hand and places it on his crotch so I can feel his cock. I suck in a quick breath and begin to rub him.
His hand on my leg starts to stroke my leg from the knee to under my skirt. Going higher and higher, as he rubs my leg. My hand is busy rubbing him. He finds the top of my stockings and I feel his fingers searching for my panties and he soon finds them he to sucks in a breath.
We stop for a stop sign and I stare into his eyes and lean forward hoping, wishing, wanting him to kiss me. He does! And I kiss him back and then our tongues begin to probe each other mouths. He asks if I have a place nearby and I tell him I don’t hoping he may have one himself.
We drive a little further on and disappointment is on each other’s faces. I tell him I know a parking lot or too we might find helpful and he drives to one.
We both undo our seatbelts and we neck for some time. My hand rubbing his hard, throbbing cock even harder. His hands feeling and squeezing my breasts and panties. The longer we kiss the more buttons he undoes on my blouse and soon he has his hands inside the cups of my bra. Meanwhile, I fumble with is zipper until he unzips and pulls his pants down past his knees. I can see his hard cock under his underwear and uncover his cock squealing my pleasure. I kneel in the front seat and put my face next to his cock, my breast pressed into his leg and begin to lick him from root to tip. His pleasure is showing as he asks for me to suck him. I lick his cock and balls then put my lip around his shaft taking him deep into my mouth. I can feel his hands on my head as his wants to force his cock deeper but I have a hand around him to prevent a gag.
My head slowly bobs and he squirms in his seat. Every once in a while I find my head trapped by the steering wheel. I come up for a moment or two and we kiss long and heavy are our breaths and I go back down on him. There have been men I have been with that would have already cum by now. And there have been men where I could suck them forever and not get even some pre-cum to ooze a drop. But this guy tonight is ready to cum! Between sucks, I tell him to cum. Cum in my mouth. Just let it go. He smiles and shortly he tells me he is about to cum. I suck him harder and faster. His hands are pushing on my head. “oh Yea! Baby! I’m cumming!” and I feel his cock get tight. His cock muscles are throbbing. I taste his cum as it fills my mouth!
He pulls me off his cock and kisses me to taste his cum in my mouth and takes some in his. I break off the kiss and lean back far enough to et him watch as I swallow. We kiss again and I feel the cum he took re-enters my mouth and again I ltip my head back to swallow and he kisses my throat. I kisss him then m aim is to suck him some more. To clean his cock of any cum left indie or that had oozed down his shaft,
His cock is tender as I continue to suck a d soon he is pulling me off. As he is kissing me, he is also pushing me onto my back getting on top of me. Telling me that heenjoyed me. I tell him I enjoyed his cock and loved our time together.
I know he is done and after a while he watches as I re-do my bra and button my blouse back up. I pull my panties back on as he pulls his pants up. We drive back t were he picked me up we kis one last time then he asks for my umber. I give it to him and climb out wave to each other as he pulls away.
I fix my lipstick and light up a cigarette. I am not smoking because I am nervous, but because I really did have a nice time too.
I might not always have a successful rendezvous like this. I might go out nine, ten times over a three week period and maybe hook up once, but on this night my luck was doing fine with me. I probably took two steps when another car pulled up. Looking in the window told me there was no doubt what he wanted. His pants were already down past his ankles.
Without any hesitation, I open the door and climbed in and put my fingers around his cock. He was twelve inches long and over three inches thick. Hard and horny. He wasn’t a kisser and had my lips around him before he pulled away from the curb. He found place to park right on Pike street and it wasn’t log before he was cramming down my throat, gagging me with his cock and soon forced my head down and held him deep in my throat as he came!
I could not breath and he still held me deep. I thought I heard him laugh as I stugled to breath as I chocked. As soon as he let me go I almost vomited. I could not taste his cum because he came in my thoart. But I let him know I did not like it. He was still laughing as I opened the door and left.
I was mad! I was pissed! And I was furious!. I fixed my lipstick again and had another cigarette to try to get the taste of bile out of my mouth.
One meeting with a guy every few weeks is normal! Tow is almost unheard of. But this night I was picked up by a third! Never happened before and I has never happened snce!
After calming down and finishing my cigarette, I had started to walk back to me car when this really cute guy approached. I almost walked by him when he said, “Rough night?”
“You might say that”
“I saw what a jerk he was! To do that to such a beautiful woman! That was just so wrong!”
I stopped and looked at him. He stepped up putting his arms around me to hold me gently. I melted into his arms.
“I would never do that to such a woman as you.”
“Thank You. That is so sweet of you to say,” I heard myself say.
He drew out a couple of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it and he gave me a light.
Still with an arm around me, he brushed the hair from my face and stared into my eyes. Then he kissed me ever so gentle. I felt like putty with him. He never asked or said a thing but directed me towards the street and flagged down a cab. We climbed in and went to his place about five blocks away. I was still somewhat in a dream state.
“Where are we going?”
“My place” he said as if I should have known. “It does not seem right to let you go off while what happened. You don’t mind do you?’
“No, not really. I just . . “
“Don’t’ worry we won’t do anything unless you want to”. His words calmed me, I felt at ease with him. We rode in the cab for the five blocks and entered his apartment building, into the elevator. He walked me with an arm around my waist and once we were in the elevator, he held me with both arms staring in my eyes. I found myself closing my eyes and tipped my head back as our lips touched, Soon we were necking and still as the elevator carried at his floor. We got off and walked to his apartment.
He leaned me against the door and unlocked it then kissed me as he opened the door. He walked me in to the living room and asked me to sit down turning on his tv asked if I would like something to drink
“Yes. Please. A diet coke if you have some?” He brought me a glass open the soda and pour it in front of me.
“I would not want you to think I added anything to it!” He laughed. We sat next to each other kissing like teenagers. Before long I found myself rubbing his pants and he took it as a sign to feel me up.
It was not long before we had our clothes off and were in bed together.
I stroked his cock and sucked on him He suckled my nipples and was soon fingering me.
On my back, I stared in his eyes as he laid on top of me.
“Please!” I said to him and soon he had my legs on his shoulders spreading me wide. He laid down on me and kissed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” I said. I felt him lube me and finger me. First one, then two and finally three fingers he had fingering me.
“Oh Sweetie! I want you so much!” I felt his hard cock touch my skin. Shivers ran up my spine from between my legs to my breasts.
He pushed. I breathed a little hard and relaxed. He pushed again entering me further and I relaxed even more. He push again and harder as e entered me. I felt a little pain and yt it felt wonderful.
Soon he was pumping me and I was yelping with pleasure and pain. I begged him to fuck e harder. Then faster I begged more. I was very vocal with him inside me pleasuring us both. My breathing short breathes and telling him how much I wanted him! I felt his cock throb inside me. Pumping me so good. The sound coming from our bodies was a dream in my ears. Suddenly he stopped and was pushing and holding himself deep inside me. Holding my hips so tight. I knew he was going to exploded and so was I!
We came together then he collapsed on top of me. He started to pull out and I told him not to and started to squeeze with my muscles. He cooed as I did and we enjoyed our connection. We stayed that way until he went soft and slid out.
He turned to his back and I placed my head on his chest. We laid together until he asked if we could do it again. I looked in his eyes and said. “What do you think?”Soon he was making love to me again and again.
I noticed that it was beginning to get lighter in the sky I knew the time was getting late. I knew I had to make that walk of shame and get undressed form home. I did not want to go and neither did he want me to go. But I had to. I got dressed as he watched. Into the bathroom I went to fix my make-up. He follow and watched me unwilling to let me go. After I replaced my lip stick we took me into his arms and told me what every girl like me loved to hear.’ I wish you were a woman!” I get shocked up when a man says this to me. It IS the best comment I could ever hear. We Kissed and I found myself on my knees sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He turned me and lifted my skirt. He had my panties down before I could say yes, pr no. Soon we were standing in his bathroom with be slightly bent over as he fucked me from the rear. I twisted to turn to him as he pounded me and we kissed as he came inside me again.
I love it when a man treats me as he did. It is unfortunate more don’t act this way. He called me a taxi and waited until it arrived, paid the driver, and let me go.
I made that walk of shame with my head held high and still feeling as if he was still in me.
Oh how much I wish I could see him again. But he was after all a student at Seattle U and soon left for a job in the East. I chat with him on line occasionally, but I know we will never see each other again.
It seems to work out that way for me. Find a real man then only to loose him because of him moving or our schedules never seem to work out.
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Life as a T-girl Part 14 a long one
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Posted:Mar 18, 2015 6:43 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:19 am
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Part 14
I have been told by a few commenter’s that they have enjoyed reading about my journey in being a Transgender. Some have mentioned that the sex maybe not so necessary. But, as I travel down the road, dressing and interacting with people, the sex, the oral, and the penetration, is a big part of my story. It is a part of my story I feel I must tell.
I have mentioned several situations I have put myself in. Some have been a little rough. So far, fortunately, I have not been physically assaulted! Or at least where I needed medical treatment. Sure, there was the guy at the “Sheriff’s Office” Tavern that threatened me but So far the worst I have had happen to me is some ripped nylons and a few scrapes, nothing a Band-Aid won’t cover. But I have been close!
One night, while walking just few blocks from my house, I was walking north on 32nd Nw from 65th st. I saw this guy hanging around, so I stood on the corner of 65th and waited for him to move on. After smoking a few cigarettes, I saw him get up and walk down 67th, So I walked north.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him leaning against a fence about fifteen feet away. When he saw me, he gave a wolf whistle and I ignored him.
After crossing the street he yells; “Hey Baby! Ya Wanta Fuck?” I kept going. A second whistle, one more shrill came from him and I stopped and turned towards him. He yells again; “Hey Baby! Ya Wanta Fuck?” saying more, “I know you want my fat cock!” Grabbing himself. Why is it all me say they have a fat cock or a big cock and it really isn’t. Is it like when a man says he has a foot-long and it really is no longer than six inches? Don’t men know women no better!
To be honest I did want to. And I may have been more willing if he would have just approached me and ask nicely. But No! Not this guy! He yells it at me.
As I turn away to continue me walk, I accidently hook my skirt and this set him off.
“Hey baby. What does that mean?” He asked as he walked quickly in my direction. And for the next hundred feet or so it was the only thing on his mind. Well, Not the only thing. I had turned down 68th st an found there was a canopy of several large leaf trees overhead that made the area darker. S if you were walking under a canopy that blocked the moonlight..
He forcefully grabbed my arm and spun me around so we were facing each other. His arms around me prevent me for moving on. Forcing his pelvis into me. He began to grind me.
“So baby, what did that mean?” I didn’t answer.
“it means you want it. Don’t you?” He thrust his lower body harder into mine.
“I see you do,” and he forced a kiss. His hands released me only grab my breasts. “Ya baby you want it good, don’t you?” I was scared.. I wanted out of there but then I did not see a way out other than to scream, and that was not going to happen. Or at least, not yet, I strongly believe I can always find a way out.
He was maneuvering me toward a stairwell nearby. Hi tongue never seeming to leave my mouth. He sat down on the stairs. My face forced into his crouch. “Oh, Baby you are going to like this!”
He sat next to me pushing my skirt up. He had one hand on a breast, feeling me up, and his other hand starting at my knee and work its way up under my skirt. His eyes got bright as he touched my panties. He told me to unzip his pants and pull him out. Half scared, and half so wanting, I did what I was told. I got his cock out of his pants and held him. He said, “Kiss it baby. Kiss it with your tongue.” I did. “Now Suck it baby!”
There is one thing I know how to do it is was how to suck cock. A few minutes later, I could feel him pulsing. His balls grew tight under my chin. I knew he was about to explode.
Next thing I knew he pushed me off him. I fell down a few stairs and he was on top of me. Calling me a Fucking , Bitch, and other similar works. He stood up and dropped his pants. When I saw him unsnap them, I was able to get to my feet and I ran the best I could in heels. I ran until I got out from under the trees to a location that had houses with their lights still. I finally turned around to look for him and did not see him. So I calmed down and went back home.
As I was getting undressed I notice big globs of semen on my blouse. Not one ever wishing to waste a man juices. . I licked I from my blouse so wishing he would have spurted it in my mouth. I really, REALLY hate wasting tasty cum!
A few nights later that week, again I was walking north on 32nd. I wore my straight, long down to my waist Blond wig. I wore Blue eye shadow, almost in Drag Queen style, long jet black false eyelashes, and Ruby red lipstick. I wore a pink blouse under a black blazer, with a skirt that rose about three inches from the knee. Suntan nylon stocking held up with a sheer black garter belt. And of course, what every girl wears when she is feeling sexy . . . pair of three inch black pumps. With pointed toes!
I Just walking and enjoy the number of cars that drove by. If they honked,? . . . I waved back with all my fingers. They give me a “Cat Call” or “Wolf Whistle”. . . I blew them a kiss knowing they were already past me and would not it even if it was broad daylight.
Then I had this old Toyota Corona pull alongside me. They stopped, the passenger rolled his window down and ask a question. He was barely audible, so I walked over to the car and bent down to ask him to repeat. He asked if I wanted to party? It took all but 5 seconds to answer him. I knew he meant for me to be the party as I was about to answer it became clear to me what theses boys wanted. See if you can think of the same answer.
They both had their cocks out of their pants with their hands stroking them hard. After I said, “No Thank You!” (A girl is always polite. Even in situations that do not call for it,)
I tried to step back to the sidewalk but the passenger was too quick. He had his arms around me though the widow pulling mw, Trapping me against the car. The driver got out and grabbed me as the passenger opened his door. Another car was driving by and in order to go around. He had to swing into the other lane and on doing so he saw what was going on. I was let go and they drove off. As they left so did the other car but he did not try to follow, he just left. Wither he got out to see if I was alright, or continue on his way . I was satisfied either way. Confused! But satisfied.
I spent the rest of my time while I still lived in the area for that car.
I had a man make a pass at me while walking by this tavern on 33nd. Upon getting closer he holler out that I was a guy. Attempting to calm him and to get some unwanted help, I I asked him what make him think so? He slapped my breasts and said They were to high for a woman. Then he swung at me. Another time while still in Ballard I had several men push me and rough me up yelling “Queer!” “Faggot!” “Homo!” Laughing all the while and continuing as I was left there on the sidewalk putting my clothes that they had ripped of me back on.
It was after that encounter I made a few decisions. One I vowed to myself to learn how to wear make-up! And even after all this time I think I almost have accomplished that. Learn to actually wear clothes that went more together. I am still learning. Woman fashion can change in a heat-beat! And be expensive too. Even at to Goodwil, or Ross, or Value Village. Either it is last year’s Style are still expensive! With so little material bras can be sixty to more for sheer, lacy bra’s? So far the only store that I can find a nice selection and still inexpensive is Volume Shoes. I spend $20.00 for a nice pair of pumps. But two for the price for one is much better.
I also must learn to use a more feminine voice. Stand and walk like a woman keeping my shoulder back. Not stooped over. Stand, as a Lady. Keep the legs close walking, standing sitting. Sitting is the hard part. Keep my head up Look at others in the eyes . Smile. Always smile! And keeping it all in character!
I am still not sure which has been my worse experience with either a Gay or Straight. I have had three really bad ones But only two both involved a weapon.
With the straight encounter, (one,I was walking along Ballard Ave. in the early morning, after 3. As usual walking and smoking and wishing I could have some contact with a guy. I heard some foot steps behind me. When I walk, I try to walk with confidence and an understanding of what is going on around me. I have no idea where this guy came from but he was on me that fast! He expertly guided me into this little alcove I never knew was there and started to both feel me up and kiss me I struggled with him to at least get a look at him. But I knew this could be bad!
He kept my eyes buried in his shoulder, and it was only after he raised my skirt forceing his legs between mine he realized there was something different with this woman.
He stepped back and looked with both his eyes and hands between my legs. He blurted out, “You’re a Man!” I had not seen the knife up to this point. But know I saw it cutting off the button on my blouse. As He got to my bra. . . he cut in between the cups. He yanked off my blouse and then demanded I take off my skirt. He said to leave the panties on but to pull them down. Before I did he had the blade stroking my panties and asked if I wanted him to make me a woman surgically. I said. “No. Oh Please no!”
I have no idea of what was flooding his mind but he gathered what was left of my clothes and scooped them up taking them with him as he left me standing there in only a cut bra, panties, Nylon stockings and heels.
Up till this time I could not understand why more women do not call the police. But I now have an understanding of what it is like. There is embarrassment, Anger, Frustration. And so much more! Also for me, I was then and still now in the closet. So to say; there are people today that know I dress and the fewer the better. Even though I go out in public. . . I have my privacy and I have a separation between my two paths! I can only hope others will honor mine!
My worst example of the bigotry and hatred I experience instituted by Gay’s I was on the hill, on Harvard. Minding my own business. And Avoiding groups of people walking by. Occasionally catching some positive comments from both men and woman as we past each other, and hearing a few very negative ones also.
I saw this group of three men walking towards me. Just because we are on the Hill, it does not mean they are Gay or Straight. Or even if they are out looking for trouble/ It just means we are walking down the street.
I crossed to the West side of the street. They followed. I crossed back to the East side the street. Again and again, I crossed, they crossed. I was attempting to get to Pike St. I knew there were people on the street near a food truck there and IF I could at least get in sight, I would have some protection. So foolish It was for me to think that I could do so. Unbeknownst to me there was now one on each side of the street, shadowing me. The third was behind me following each step. So I was caught between the three of them like a fly in a web.
They surrounded me and forced me to walk with them up the hill. We walked until we were in a church parking lot.
Into the parking lot, between this van and truck they pushed me. One held me from behind and covering my mouth. Another unbuttoned my blazer then my blouse. All the while the third one stood by watching the street for passer-bys and observe the process of stripping me.
If someone walked by, two would begin to kiss each other. The third forced a kiss on me. To the causal observer we were just teo promiscuous couples getting it on. After getting an all clear, the one watching said to me, “so you want o be a woman, Huh?” I shook my head in agreement. “Well, we can help you do just that!” He pulled a knife out and began to lift my skirt. “There is one thing I hate the worse. And that is a man that likes to dress as a woman and still be a man!” He rubbed my panties slowly drawing the knife with the flat part of the blade. I was scared! Almost to the point of peeing in my panties, and I believe there are others that would have.
“You want that?” I shook my head no. “I really hate having a Gay man pretend to be a woman!” I struggles in the clutches I was trapped in. “Carful now, You don’t want me to slip do you?” “Well do you?” I have tears in my eyes. I shook my head no. “Good. Now let’s see . . . hum. Where to start?
I felt my legs get torn apart. I felt a hand reach between my legs. The cold steel in my privates. Then he cut my panties in the crotch ruining them. He then cut my skirt off and let it fall to the ground.
The guy holding me said, “This could get messy. Maybe we should just take her home so we all can fuck him. Me first! I LOVE a tight ass!” In a way I felt relieved that there was going to be a chance for me to escape.
The one unbuttoning me said. “No if we take him home there will be all this blood to clean up afterwards.”
The first one: “True. But we could do it in the bathtub? But think of the fun we could have with this Bitch!”
The second one:” Yes. But after we have a few days fun there will still be all that blood after we cut it off”
The third guy kissed me and let the others do the same. Each stuffing their tongue down my throat. “No, I think this bitch understands we don’t want her kind around!” They forced me to my knees, each taking a turn gagging me with his cock. They passed me around until each gagged me and came in my throat. Now I was crying and they let me go. “Bitch this is a warning If we catch you out here again we will cut you!” And they left.
I laid on the ground for a while then picked myself up. I re-buttoned my blouse. At least I had that. Wrapped my skirt around my waist and walked back to my car only to have the cops stop me to ask if I needed any help. It was obvious did but when I said No the cop was happy with my answer.
That was the just the way it was back then. Seattle sensitivity was not a strong suit shown by the Seattle PD as a whole unless the Cop was also Gay. But that only lasted so long as you were one on one. Get other cops around and they showed no mercy towards you either.
Over the years the old fashion Rule of Thumb: If you are Gay! They deserve whatever happens, happen.
Being Transgender or a Lesbian was not an option. You were Gay or Straight. Homo or Hetro. Queer or Faggot! The other, nicer, well meaning names derogatory as they are, were still in transition.
These two examples would make you wonder why I still dress and go out in public. I cannot give you a definitive answer other than to say: They have been, and are, few and far between. Times have changed where the Transgender community is being more accepted. Not understood necessarily. But it has been more accepting. I still find the lack of understanding to be still prevalent in both the Gay and the Staight community. I am thankful to have the opportunity to answer questions about the way I feel in my journey that there is still a very long way to go!
I feel I could complete the Part or Chapter with my last paragraph. But I feel there is something gnawing away at me. This is something I have mentioned before and I will harp on to the end!
I have mentioned Straight, Gay, and Lesbian, The one thing I have not really said much about is Orientation.
Being Gay or even Lesbian means the same thing. We all know it! But we each HAVE to have our little labels so to say. It means” one is in a relationship of a member of the SAME sex.
Bi means you can go either way with males and females.
Transsexuals are usually people who believe they are in the wrong bodies and yet. A Male to Female Transitioned person can be a Lesbian only wishing to have sex with the same Gender as they where attracted to before transitioning. The same as for Female to Males! Or they could be more “Normal” and have sex with members of the opposite gender as if they had been born that way all along.
Then we have the Bastards of the community: Transgender. A label that includes many, so the lines get very blurried and confusing. It includes; Transsexuals, Transvestites, and the same meaning label of Cross-Dressers, Drag Queens.
There many others that over the years have become what we consider today as derogatory; Queer, Faggot, Gender-Bender’s Each used like blacks use the “N” word for the shock value or because the right word does not come to mind. And Like the African Americans must do. WE must stop using them or even when we do this the “N” word!
This not the 1700’s When the colonist took the British drinking song of Yankee Doodle to piss them off.
Now for me here is where I run into trouble. This is very near, and dear to me.
I do not see myself as Gay or Bi. When I am in boy clothes, I have the mental and sexual needs as a man has with a woman. In one word as a “Straight” man.
Then on the other hand. . When I am dressed as a woman. I SEE myself as a woman! With those very same needs , only I want them with men. As If I was a “Straight” woman.
Dressed as a Man I would not, nor could not have sex with another man. As when Dressed as a Woman I cannot and would not have see with a woman!
I have been told that it makes no deference I am Gay because I still have my male parts. Or I am Bi because I have sex with both sexes. I hate it when people tell me I am one or the other! It seems like only those that are traveling in the same shoes I am, DO I feel I am understood. The jest of this is do not force your ideas of what I am on me! Or others! As Popyee would says, “I am what I am”
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Kufe as a T0girl Part 13
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Posted:Mar 13, 2015 6:25 pm
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I have been on this site VisionPersonals.com, for over a year or two. I am not sure. I have “advertised” that I am into “daytime” encounters.
I have had a few with men that I am there first T-Girl. They are all virgins to me in my book. Even if they have been with men. Being their first encounter with a T-Girl, and them not knowing what to expect? It is difficult for me to try and teach them when I am not that experienced in bed with a man either. It is nice when a man has knows what to do. With their intemperance and mine not knowing how to tell them . . . All they end up getting a blow job. It is so very disappointing sexually for me.
I have had several dates with older men, and most have been one shot wonders. Even those on Viagra or something like it. I had a couple of dates with a guy that the first time we were together he was so limp, he was in shock I still got him off filling my mouth with his watered down cum. The second time I was barely able to get him to half mast so after twenty minutes we stopped. . So without me knowing, he went and saw his doctor for some help. His third time with me and me not knowing he took some Viagra.. As usual, we started at the door kissing and feeling each other up. He got my skirt off and was feeling extraordinarily frisky. We graduated to the sofa where I sucked him hard. He got my and hose and panties down and had me kneel facing the sofa. I heard him put on a rubber. I prefer to put it on for my men. And I felt his hand warm me with lube as he entered me and pumped me a few times before he exploded prematurely. He apologized for not only cumming so quickly, but fur not being as hard as I thought I wanted him to be. I guess he had to go back and see his Doctor again.
I have had another where we hit it off but he was not able to stay up long enough to fuck me. As much as we tried it never happened. But I also had my first true 69 with him cumming hard in my mouth. After a few dates he informed me as he was not able to get so hard as he use to, he was a Bi and wanted to know if I would help him dress.
Now, I don’t date other Transgender. I am all women when it comes to having sex. But to have sex with another transgender? No, that is not me. Although, IF, they are going to be the man, with both dress and actions, and treat me as the woman. I would not be adverse to that situation! Nor is it me when men expect me to perform and penetrate them as a man in a dress!. After all I am dressed as a woman! I expect to be treated as such! Period! End of story!
I do not consider, nor do I see myself as being Bi or Gay! I am WOMAN!
There are two types of men that I find myself repulsed by. One is the type I described above. The other is bit more tricky to notice them when they come out and I don’t mean the ones that always ask; ‘How much?” So you say that there are actually three types of men. Although. . .those that offer and actually give me money . . . without me asking for any . . . Well those can be tempting so long as they don’t want it rough. I really hate rough sex!
But there is one other that is similar as in their motives and they are the ones that expect ME to PAY them!
I have been with two of these types of men.
One, was this college that wondered what I thought of younger men. I told him I have no problems with them so long as they knew how to use what they have.
Anyway he came over and it all started out as usual. We necked. He got my skirt and panties off. I got him on my sofa and sucked him good. I knew he was close to cumming and I asked him if he would fuck me. He stared into my eyes and said there was a good possibility we could. I asked if he had a rubber so we could. He said not today, or at least, not yet. He came and we necked and cleaned up. He thanked me and left. About two hours later he called me on the phone. The conversation went something like this:
“Hello”
“ A yeah, Danielle?”
“ Yes.”
“ It’s me Bob. I just left a few hours ago.”
“Why yes” Hi Bob. What’s going on? It is too late for us today.”
“aah, Yes, I know. I have been thinking since I left and as you know I am a poor College student”
“yes”
“ I really wanted to fuck you earlier”
:yes”
“But I have to ask or more like I need to tell you something”
“Yes”
Would you be willing to pay me to have sex with you? It’s not much just $40,00 for a fuck. Twenty for you to blow me.”
I felt cheap! As If I was not able to have a man have sex with me unless IPAID HIM for it! I have never paid to have sex before and I sure as hell am not going to start now!
“No! I do not pay to have sex”
“Okay, Sorry I just had to ask” and we hung up.
I was to think I would be willing to Pay for Sex!
At the most he should have to pay me!
So that was my first time I had a man proposition me after I had sucked him off. Sure, I have had men on Capitol Hill drive around in their cars try to pick me up as if I was a common . I even had this black guy grab his crotch, Flash what looked like money and yell at me from across the street; “Hey baby! 50 bucks to fuck this!” I lite a cigarette and walked away. So Disgusting!
I also have had men pull out along side of me while I am walking and honk their horn to get my attention. Again such arrogance for them to think all they have to do is honk and I will come running. Doesn’t anyone get out their car to approach a woman anymore? But the one’s the really get me are those that pull up, honk their horns and with their pants pulled down, have twenty laying next to their cock!
As I normally do when I go to the hill, I either walk around a few blocks or stand at the corner of Harvard and Pine next to the college minding my own business. I make no attempt at getting a man’s attention, least a cop drives by and see me waving at traffic. I just stand on the sidewalk or sit on the bulkhead smoking or doing whatever.
This black guy approached men one night, and we started talking. He asked for a cigarette then asked what I was doing. Going something along these lines:
“Hi” He said. What is a girl like you doing tonight?”
“Nothing much” I said with a smile, “Just trying to see what sort of things I can get into tonight.”
“What would like to be doing?”
“Oh. . . I don’t know. Maybe somethi. . .”
“Would you like to go to my place for some nothing?”
“well . . . Maybe. Like what?”
He put his arms around my waist and nuzzled up to me then kissed me with his mouth open.
“Mmmm I like that!” Soon he was feeling me up and Offering me a choice. Then it came.
“”Say 50 to get you in bed?”
“I don’t charge!”
And here is where I got confused! I didn’t hear him say it was for him so I continued to think he was going to pay me so I finally relented and said: “Okay. What the hell. I could use the money”
So we walked back to my car and I drove him to his place.
I parked in his underground garage and we took the elevator up to his floor like school he was palming me constantly lifting my skirt, kissing all the way to his door. We walked in and he took off my jacket and un-tucked my blouse. I pulled his shirt off half expecting him to me into the bedroom.
He pulled down my skirt and had me remove my panties. Only in my bra, I went to my knees and began to remove his pants then orally pleasure him. Soon he had me bent over the sofa arm and was filling me with lube. I asked if he wanted me in the bedroom. His answer came as his cock poked my hole.
He grabbed me by the waist and I felt him enter my tight pussy. He enjoyed my whimpers as they egged him on. He started slowly to pump me and got faster. It was not long before he was pounding me like a jackhammer. The faster and harder he went the more I yelped in both pain and pleasure. Soon I felt his cock pulse and throb as it filled my pussy. And as soon as he was done he was out of me straddling my head face fucking me demanding I clean him up.
Afterwards, I laid there wanting more but not expecting anything else. We had a cigarette, he asked for his money and told me to get dressed. As I was dressing he checked out the apartment and said his cousin, believe it or not, was in the other room sleeping. With all the noise I made He must have been a heavy sleeper.
I finished getting dressed and that is when he asked me for his money again. I was taken back; I thought he was going to pay me. As it turned out, I never truly understood our arrangement and he went through my purse looking for some cash even after I told him I had none. Disgusted in finding not even a penny he walked me back to my car fuming. Not saying a word to me I drove him back to where we hooked up. Before getting out of the car, his first and only words to me was: “Bitch! The next time we see each other you better have my 40!”
I felt cheap and used for a while. Like a John with a ! I just sat in my car furious with myself. I felt great sexually. But I felt like crap for the way I was treated!
I went home before it was 4 and took a shower!
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Life as a T-Girl Paert 12
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Posted:Mar 13, 2015 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2015 7:37 pm
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I have basically cruised in most of Seattle. Except Rainer Valley, one place I now I would have problems. But I did have a car date in Seward Park with a guy that lived in Renton. I met him on-line on another site for men looking to date TV’s. One of only three successful hook-up’s I might add. Alloccuring before my first time of having penetration sex.
. I told you of one where I met the guy during the day at his work. ‘The second was the tryst I had at Seward Park. Not much to say other than we did have a great time. I sucked. He blew. He got what he wanted and I sucked him.
The third a man that had me visit him several times in a motel room down in Tukwila, also during the day. On Sunday afternoons’ of all days of the week, and during the day too! I still am not comfortable to get out during the day. But for the right man I might make an exception or two.
On those days that we met, I have a normal routine. Wake-up of course. Shower and shave. Then get dressed as much as I can. I would put on my Bra, Panties, Stockings and belt. I would apply my foundation and set with power. Put on some mascara.. Then cover it all up in jeans, tennis shoes and a hoodie. And as I did for the other daylight dates, I would carry my blouse, skirt, purse, and whatever else I needed in a carry-on bag to the car.
I would then find a place not really close but somewhere along the way were the hoodie came off and the blouse would go on. Fix my eye make-up, including false eyelashes. Earrings Necklace rings and a bracelet or two on each wrist. After bushing my hair out I would put it on in the car and check myself out in either my compact or the rearview mirror. The tricky part was getting my skirt on.
I would climb out of my car and while standing outside exposed to anyone that happened by, Pull my skirt over my jeans. Lift the skirt. Unzip the pants and pull them down along with the skirt. I would than tray to balance on the street to remove my jeans from my legs and teetered as I put on my heels. This sounds like some operation, and to a point it was, but it got easier and easier the more I did it. The same could be said when I had to it in reverse t go home. Removing the make-up was the hard part. I use “Oil of Olay” make-up removing pads. Like they say, one does it all!
The last thing I did was put on my nails. I used “Lee” or “Kiss” Press-on nails. Size; short and flat. Thank the Lord for those asking for larger and flat artificial nails. My nails just do not arch as most women’s do! They took awhile to put on but as long as they stayed on . . . they were worth the hassle. All dressed now, as Always, I feel so feminine and sexy in my heels and skirt. I smoked cigarette.
Anyways, I would then drive down the freeway to the motel and find his room. Fortunately, the room clerk gave him a room on the west side away for the others checked-in. He had always taken a room on the second floor but I asked if he could get one on the ground floor.
I had been running later than I had hoped for. I always have a problem with time when I get all dressed.
I knocked on the door primping my hair as I waited for him to answer. This was our first time meeting and I was getting nervous. He did not respond. So I knocked again. Then again. I know motel rooms are not that big but I was starting to get mad. Was I being doped by another flake?
My answer came as this car pulled up. When I had called to say I was running late. He had thought the same thing. That I was leading him on so he had driven the Southcenter Mall for something to eat.
He opened the door and invited me in asking for me to have a seat pointing to the sofa. I stayed put by the door as he pour us a drink. He came back and put them on the table, as every room has in America by the door has, and took hold of me. Wrapping both arms around me, and kissed. We kissed with tongues’ probing each other’s mouth as if it was the end of the world! He danced me to the sofa nearby. He held me tight but comfortable in his arms. I wanted him to hold me like this forever. I did not want to sit down. That would mean I would not feel his body so close to mine! He sat me down and retrieved our drinks then sat next to me.
Our eyes locked and we kissed again. He had an arm draped over the back of the couch. His fingers were slowly, evenly, brushing my shoulders and hair in small circular motions. With just his fingers, he was revving my motor and I purred in his ear. Drawing me closer so our noses touched then we talked about nothing really Just little, small things at first. Then to my surprise, he removed my blouse. I never felt him, or saw him, unbutton my blouse. But he was good at what he did!
I rubbed his cock and buffed him as he stood up. I was fascinated at how he removed my blouse and his cock felt so good I wanted him badly. He stood in front of me spreading my legs and undid his pants. I reached to his beltline and pulled them down solely. I wanted to see him as his very hard cock would appear. And even through his shorts I knew I was going to enjoy him very much! I saw his wonderful manhood budge screaming t be released form it cotton confines’ and gave it it’s freedom even though it was so short in tike. I took it right into my mouth licking an sucking as if it was fragile sugar candy.
It was not long before we had a rhythm going as he enjoyed fucking my face. In and out his cock traveled from my lips to my throat. Mmm, it was going well and I was enjoying the feel and taste. Every once in a while he would remove his cock from the confines’ of my mouth and slap my face as I tried to regain his elusive cock to suck on him more. My lipstick rig telling me I would eventually get him back. I had slid to the floor on my knees and he helped me to stand. I fought him for a time because I did not wish to give him up.
He got me to my feet and lifted my skirt only the bury it between my legs. He then pulled my skrit off helping step out of them and just as quick we lost our balance with him pulling me dow onto the bed on top of him. At first I was not sure if he had planned for this or if it had been an accident. But there is one thing I was sure of it was very enjoyable to be laying on top of him with my legs spread and his manhood probing my nether region.
Soon I was the one grinding on him. Wishing and wanting him to roll me over to my back and take me.
Soon I was between his legs sucking him. Several times he had my stop. I knew he was close but apparently he did not want to blow his load. Or so I thought for him it was too soon. So we rolled and tossed on the bed. Him on top of me dry fucking as I wished he would enter me. Me laying on top of him stoking his cock outside with my pussy. Soon I was back sucking him and just as quick he was pulling out of my mouth. He would me for a while then just lie on top of me with me begging for him to fuck me.
At this point remember I had not been fucked yet but I so desperately wanted him to take me.
I sucked and we necked. I would suck some more and he would just get to the point of almost exploding and as we did before he had me back off.
I had no idea of how long we had been at it. It could have been for twenty minutes. . Or it could have been a few hours. All I know I was truly wanting him to cum in me! About this time his alarm went off and he said he had to go meet is for dinner. I looked as disappointed as I could. Thinking maybe one more time I could suck him off. Maybe he would actually take me and make me his woman. Or maybe get a dinner invite too.
He told me I needed to get dressed and I would have to leave.
Reluctantly I crawled out of bed. Gathered my clothes, surprised I was still wearing my heels. Grabbed my purse off the sofa and went to the vanity where I deposited all before heading into the bathroom. I was still sitting on the toilet when he walked in to shower and I thought maybe, just maybe, I could get him to blow one at least once or at least have him take me! I wanted him soo bad! That thought ended as he climbed in the shower.
Just for spite, I flushed the toilet while he was under the water.
I had just finished getting dressed with newly applied make-up and was brushing my hair when he stepped out. He held me in his arms as I smelled his hair and skin. It was so fresh. So clean. Sooooo much did I want him and he must have known. He handed me my lipstick. But before I could put it on he kissed me one last time asking with so much passion I asked him to fuck me right then and now! Instead, to see me the next time he came to Seattle, I told him I would love to be with him again. He promised next time he would be willing so long as I wouldn’t be as late as I was.
I pit my lipstick on and he walked me to my car. After I got in and before he closed the door he gave me a last kiss. One that would have to hold me until the next time we got together. He waited until I drove away.
I was felling so horny! I wanted a man so much. On the way home I drove my usual spots even in the daylight I did not care! I just wanted a man to cum!
We met several times afterwards and they all were the same. I would sick. He would about to explode and we would have to back off. I thought maybe because we were bare back all those times. But even after I showed him I had rubbers it was all the same.
I still have his number but I have not called him since. I half expect him to call but he never has
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Life as a Tirl Part 11
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Posted:Mar 12, 2015 4:49 pm
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I was out driving the area of Pier 70. Like I said before in my earlier travels, in another Part, I love the waterfront!
Anyway I saw this guy hanging around the railing. I had this want and need to get out so I parked my car on the far side of the parking lot and worked my way in his direction.
We were about ten feet apart and I lite up a cigarette. As I smoked has worked his way towards me inching closer and closer he inched. Finally he was just a few feet away when He said Hi and we started to talk. He asked for a cigarette and lite another form me handing me back my lighter but not letting go of my hands. Instead, he said “Thank you” then kissed my the back of my hand and put an arm around my waist. After awhile he kissed me and we made out kissing and letting him feel me up. After more time I whispered into his ear.
“Would you like a blow job?” I asked. He smiled and said “Yes”.
He kept an arm around my waist alternation his hand from my wait to a cheek of my ass and walked me to my car. Before opening the door he pinned me to the car and kissed me, hard. Grinding me as if he would like much more. He opened my door still kissing me with his tongue not wishing to leave even for a moment for me to get in my car. We kissed, he closed the door. The look on his face was as if he could not believe his luck. A hot chick and she wants to suck me! He almost ran around the car as if I would suddenly drive off.
He not needed to have worried because I wanted him as bad.
I reached over and unlocked the door leaning in his direction knowing he was attempting to look down my blouse.
I put my hand on his lap and rubbed his cock. Mmmmmm I moaned. His cock was hard and even felt like it was getting harder I unzipped his pants reaching in his pants to touch his manhood and suck on his hardening man meat. I could not wait to have his cock in my mouth.
As he enjoyed my tongue licking his cock and balls he had his hands all over me. Slowly massaging my body. It was not long before his hands found my hot panties. I alternated from sucking to kissing and moaning under his touch then back to sucking him. He felt me up. With his hands groping my breasts he drove me hotter. As I sucked him, felt a hand pushed the hem of my skirt up to my waist. The more I sucked, the higher he lifted my skirt. He uttered hot as he stared at my garter belt and stocking with red silk panties on the outside,
When I wear stockings, I put my garter and stockings on first then I put my panties on over them. Wearing them that way I can take off my panties without having to remove my hose first. Soon he had my skirt exposing my panties to not only his gaze but in his hands.
He gently caressed my ass as we Kissed Our tongues clashed as we probed each other. I felt very horny and by the feel of his cock, I would say I was not alone!
Looking into each other’s eyes I asked if he had a rubber.
“Why?” he asked.
“Would you like to fuck me?”
His eyes got big and in his agreement I thought he would pop right there,
I started my car and found a nearby vacant open parking lot. I parked in the middle of this large lot above the “Spaghetti House”. Now we were alone and would not be interrupted.
I took off my panties and removed my skirt. He fumbled for a minute as he found the rubber.
I pulled out some lube I had purchased earlier. There was no way! I was not going o use any non-commercial lube like spit again. It is nowhere near as comfortable as real lube does.
After necking more he had me roll over to my left side.
I felt him rubbing the lube in me then on his member. His cock found it’s mark and he pounded into me. I had not learned to relax yet and I was tight denying him full entry.
The steering wheel was jamming in my ribs. There was no way I would be able to enjoy him in this position.
I sat up in the seat and opened the car door. He was freaking out wanting to know where I was going. I went around to the passenger side and got back in my car. I really wanted him and it was not long before I felt him enter me.
He grasped my hips slowly fucking me. He bent my head around so we could kiss. After that kiss he speed up. He fucked me harder and faster. Then he stopped only to slowly build up steam. He pump me like a jack hammer. I would swear people could hear us fucking. I am not very quite when having sex. I love letting others know I was enjoy this. Some would even say that I am not just a moaner. . I am a yeller with a need to have something in my mouth like a finger, or preferably, a tongue. My moans were loud and strong. The more he humped me. The louder the suction came. The louder I grew!
He spread my legs. Pound me for a few. Close my legs and fucked me hard. His hands never left my hips except to occasionally grab my breasts. When his hands were on my breasts, I was in heaven. He and I were making Love as two young lovers entwined.
I now knew what is like being a man’s woman. Or so at the time I thought!
It was wonderful! And at the same time It did hurt. He would ram his cock in and out. Every once in a while his cock would come out then he would ram it back in, hard. Each time taking me by surprise and I let him know of my pleasure.
I could feel a building of pleasure as he came in me. I had not yet but he came to a stop and immediately pulled out of me making me beg him not to.
He was spent and I knew it. For a while he held me close and then shared a cigarette. I got out of the car and walked back to the driver’s side. I opened the door and let him watch as I replaced my panties and skirt, my fingers stroking my pussy like he had earlier. I could see that he was not there yet and he told me he would not be able to go again. He was spent. And his cock showed it It was like shy, limp turtle hiding in its shell.
He watched as I fixed my make-up. After I brushed my hair and replaced my lipstick. I could see a ring around his cock from my lipstick. Some was even on his pants. He had a hands buried in my pussy as I dropped him back to his car on Pier 70. As he got out, he hitched up his pants and zipped them. He opened my door Took a gentle hold of my breasts and kissed. He put a piece of paper in my bra and said it was his number and then asked for mine. Saying “Maybe next time we could take in a movie then back to his place to spend to night.” I told him I would like that and gave him mine
I was too wound up to go home so I got out of my car and walked the Myrtle Edwards park trial walking on air as if I was not touching the ground.
The sun was up for over an hour as I pulled into my driveway not caring if I was seen.
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Part 10 My first time!
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Posted:Mar 11, 2015 3:54 pm
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I know what most will say! I understand how this came be construed. It could be but I did not then nor do I today think it that way. I wanted it as much as I didn’t!
The night was going like normal. Lots of men! But no one willing.
I never intended this to be the time; it just worked out that way
It had been drizzling, as it normally does in Seattle and I was about to give up and go home, but after having a few cigarettes Looking around I turned on the dome light in my car and fixed my lipstick. I had looked around the area and thought there was no one around. I jumped, at the sound of his knuckles on the glass.
I rolled my window down, smiled and said Hi! He smiled back and asked if he could get in to talk. I should have known better. I was startled for a moment then a fear tickled my horny brain. , But I agreed reached over and unlocked the passenger door. he climbed in and we started to talk when he reached over and pulled me to him kissing me and feeling me up.
Now I was on full alert for this was fast and almost unexpected. It didn’t take long before I had is cock in my mouth. It was just as quick that he lifted my skirt and had his hands inside my panties. So quick. So fast!
He pushed me to my back. Not really forcefully but tenderly as he kissed me so passionately. He had me leaning backwards against the driver’s door with the steering wheel trapping me at my waist. I felt trapped. I was unable to move under him.
He undid my blouse then my bra. He got me fully lying on the front seat. My legs spread with him between me on the seat. As if it was a natural habit, I spread my legs with one stocking leg and heel on the dash, the other one draped over the back of the seat. He pulled my panties off as I begged him not to. But they came off anyway. I had never had a man do this to me so quickly and quietly. He never said a word as he took my panties off. All I heard from him was a quick breath and the word “Nice!”
He sat up and pulled his pants off and climbed on top of me. I asked what he was doing knowing what he was going to say. “Baby. We are going to fuck!” Not only was I scared but I had no idea of how to get out of this.
Having sex in the front seat of my car was the idea of what I had in mind for my first time.
I had always thought my first time would be in a bed making love together. Not in my car in such a savage manor! I thought of several things but only came up with, “Please! Not without a rubber.” I begged him for a rubber. All he told me was not to worry! All he wanted to do was play with me with his cock.
I relaxed as much as I could as he ground in me. Then I started to panic as I felt his cock begin to probe me. I asked him not to penetrate me, at least without a rubber. He said he wouldn’t but as we kissed more and more I knew that was not going to happen.
He held my ankles and put them over his shoulder after he spat on me several times then rubbed it into me. I felt him begin to push into me. His cock was big. Almost 3 three inches thick!
I begged him to let me just suck him off but at this point he just pushed harder and harder.
I felt his hard cock start to enter me. My muscles fighting against his every thrust. I was, and am tight so he was not very successful; at first He put my hips higher to get a better angle for entry.
The pain of his dry cock piecing me. Hurt. Burning I felt him enter me as he gained entry. Inside me to his root.
I was withering in pain as he laid on top of me> Soon I felt him withdrawing then before he was out. . He trust back in my. I emitted a sharp squeal. And soon he was being rythematic as he pumped me.
Harder and faster he went. I knew that was it for e. I was no longer a virgin for it hurt.
All I could think was the old saying “if it hurts you must be doing it wrong!” And this hurt! So all I could think was I was doing it wrong!
I decided that he would not stop until one of us had a climax and I knew it had to be him.
As he fucked me, between my whimpers, I begged for more. I begged for him to fill me. I begged for him to cum in me and he did.
He laid there still in me until I squeezed him out.
Panting he kissed me and told me how beautiful I was. How not and thight my pussy was.
He then reached in my purse and got us each a cigarette and lite them. Not once did he climb off me.
We smoked and tossed them out the window. He then said we were going again and we did. We didn’t stop until he came three more times.
Afterwards, He watched me Put my clothes back on then fix my make-up. He was about to leave when he asked if we could go again. I told him I had to go so he asked me for my bumbler so he could call me later. I gave him some number but it was not mine.
It was a couple of weeks before I could no longer feel him in me. And it was just as long before I went back out again
But when I did. . . I wanted that feeling again.
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Life as a T-gil Part 9
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Posted:Mar 11, 2015 1:58 pm
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Another place I would go was south downtown. Near Pioneer Square under the viaduct. I had several successful encounters there. I found several men to give blow jobs there but there was a guy that I almost had full sex with.
I was driving around and saw this man walking, So I parked down a ways from him knowing he would soon pass by. As He got closer, I rolled my window down and lite a cigarette waiting for him to come closer.
As he finally got next to me I called out to him. “Hi! Excuse me but can we talk?
He walked over to my car so he could talk with each other also so he could look inside. I made sure I could give him a show. I hiked my skirt up to show the top of my stockings and panties; I could see on his face that he was enjoying the view.
“Do you know where a girl like me can find someone?”
“like what?”
“I am a transvestite looking for someone to get laid with”
He broke out into a smile and said; “Sure”
“Where?” He stood up and said; “Me!” I smiled and asked him to get in.
We drove down to Atlantic Street and parked. It was quite and dark. We kissed for some time. He had his hand on my breast as I unzipped his pants and stroked his cock in my hand. After a while his hand dropped down my side to me knee where her rubbed me at first. I took his hand of my leg and placed it on my breast. He quickly moved back to my leg. And just as fast I moved it back to my breast asking him to feel me longer. He did.
But after a while, his hand was soon back on my leg only this time he was higher up my thigh and between my legs stoking my skin. I left his hand there for a time then moved it back to my breast and held it there. We kissed more and longer. Deeper went his tongue and more affectionate. After letting go of his hand it went back to my thigh, only this time I could feel him brush my panties.
I had had enough! I spread my legs giving him full access to me.
His tongue probed my mouth now buffing me harder and harder. I tried to go back sucking his cock. . . but I was denied.
He asked me to take off my panties. I removed them. Now he buffed me even harder really spreading my legs even wider. After some more kissing, his hand went back to my breast where I started to close my legs. He said keep them open and rubbed me more spreading my legs again as wide as before. I spread them and kept them apart as he worked his way inside my blouse. He unbuttoned my blouse and played with my breasts though my bra. Soon He was unhooking my bra. He pulled my blouse away from my breasts and pulled my bra up to expose my breasts
He soon was suckling my nipples . His nad reached around and started playing with my ass
He backed off and I watched as he pulled his pants down and invited me to suck hi sime more
As I did I could feel his fingers probing my pussy
He aked me to roll away fro mhim so he could enter me.
I knew I should have asked him earlier but I had waited and asked if he had a rubber to which he said no and asked if we really needed one. I said we did. This frustrated him and said “what do I have to do? Force you?”
“yes,” I said, “no rubber no fuck!”
He stared at me for a long time them told me to suck him off for it was the least I could do!
He came and he watched me get dressed, Then under his breach he said I should have been born a woman because I was the same as A GG about rubbers.
I drove him back and we kissed as he left. I found a rubber in my purse but it defiantly was to late for us.
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Life As A T-Girl Part 8
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Posted:Mar 11, 2015 1:44 pm
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Another location I love to go to find men is Pier 62, an open public pier that is a park on the Seattle water front.
I was feeling really frisky this night. So I wore my new Beige button blouse. The blouse draped my body nicely. It gave some individual definition to my breasts. The blouse was longer than most I wore so I wore it un-tucked and belted. I also wore a tight, black mini skirt in with my new blouse it just barley extended beyond the blouse.
I walked to the northwest corner in my black high heels and outfit clicking away on the old wooden deck to a picnic table where I had a cigarette. Afterwards, I walked the Waterside to the south then down the west side.
About half way, I noticed this man walking on the sidewalk on the east end of the pier. I do not know what came over me but I did something radical for me. I walked over to another table. Set my purse down, turned in the direction of the guy. And here is what I thought was not me, I pulled off my skirt!
I could see him watching me as I folded it on my arm and started walking in the same direction as the guy was going. He stopped and watched me as I took a few steps then I stopped facing him. In a little while he started to walk again and so did I. He stopped. I stopped. Only this time to be sure he could see me, I lite up a cigarette and took a few drags until he walked on. We played this little cat and mouse game across the pier. Finally he came to the end and so did I. I leaned on the railing and watched him continue down the sidewalk. I felt bad and yet glad that he never came towards me so I walked back up to this small shed and leaned against the railing lighting up another cigarette and put my skirt and skirt on the picnic table. I was back at the same table I started at.
I had stopped watching the guy and was surprised to see him approaching me. I turned to the water jutting out hip and my ass as he walked by. He got to the table and saw my skirt.
“How’s the fishing?” He asked still staring at my skirt. I turned towards him and replied. “not bad. And you?” I watched him for a few as he looked up at me to fill his eyes with this woman half naked in the cold wind.
“How’s the wind?’
“A little brisk. He then said something that tome. “I sure wish I had the money.” For what I thought, but then I understood! He thought I was a ! I gave him a quick stink eye. By this time he was on the far side of the table. I walked around the table looking, smiling at him and aas I got close to him.
“I am not that kind of a girl?” Then I kissed him. He was in a bit of a shock here he had this half dressed woman kissing him and she was saying she didn’t charge.
His arm wrapped around me and soon we were frenching as it always happens no sooner that a man’s tongue enters a woman mouth his hands were all over my breasts.
He held me tight pulling back just far enough to look at me and exclaimed. “You got nipples!”
“Of course I do sweetie!” And He then latched on my right breast with his mouth sucking me though my blouse and bra. But he was not through there! No, not by a long shot! He started sucking the other then returning back and forth and I was enjoying his mouth on me.
He pressed me against another table. Worming his way between my legs, lifting my blouse, tugging on my pantyhose . Grinding me hard, trying to get his cock between my legs. Pumping me. Dry fucking me. Dragging my mind, and body back to my High School days. Working me hotter, making it so difficult to say no. I wanted him for more than a blow job. I wanted him the fuck me. Make me his woman right now. hips. I could feel his cock growing inside his pants. His hands were on my ass squeezing each cheek as they were golden to him. Soon a hand was buffing me between my legs and started to beg me to spread my legs so he could get better feel of my pussy. Then he started to slip his fingers inside my pantyhose again to pull them down.
I looked at him. ‘You want me honey?” He kissed me eagerly. “Yes,
He kissed my neck. Licking, sucking my neck as if he was working to give me a hicky. “Yes! Oh Hell Yes! I want to fuck you!” I knew I had a few outs but it was almost to late to stop. I looked at him.
“Do you have a rubber? Sweetie?” Sheepishly, he shook his head.”But please baby can I just see you?”
“Not with out a rubber!” I knew I had one but I pretended to look through m purse and not finding one. I truly believe a man should provide.
As I looked in my purse I had to tirn around away from him He stepped up behind me and took me around my hips leaning into me glookong for a rear entry. As he pinned me against the table his hands ran up my ribs and around both my breast massaging them for submission.
I raised my arms and spun around. He had me half up on the table taking my feet off the grounds. I saw his cock was out in the open. Probing my body. I took out a pack of cigarettes and my lighter. H e looking at them like maybe we should slow down. Without being offered one he took the pack out of my hand and gave me one then lite my cigarette and then his. We each drew a drag and expelled the smoke. He had gotten a couple of buttons undone . He must have unbuttoned me as he held me backwards.
His lips touched my bosom. Then his tongue drew in lines and circles up my throat. Then he sucked my throat again. All I could do, wanted to do, was let him have his way. But realality set in.
“Maybe. . . there is something I can do for you,” I cooed as I gently rubbed his bulged and started to unzip him. “I can suck you off? If you would like that is?” I knew I had him and soon I was sucking him off and he kept pulling me up to kiss, begging to fuck me or open my blouse further. “Feel my nipples?” I asked.
“Yes”.
“How hard are they?”
Really hard!”
“Mmmmm. That is from both you and the cold and it is too cold to expose them now” I noticed that I had lipstick rings around both nipples. I loved it! Soon I had his cock back in my mouth and he asked if I wanted him yo cum in my mouth of or if he should cum on my face.
“In my mouth Daring, Anything else is such a waste of a man’s cum!” And He filled my mouth with his goo. As we kissed and as I fixed my make-up I told him next time make sure you have a rubber Darling!
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Life of a Tirl part 7
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Posted:Mar 9, 2015 4:05 pm
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Before I go into any detail about my first time That will be soon, I must say I ran the gauntlet with many more men.
I had my favorite paces to go. If I was not lucky with one I drove on to the next. I lived in Ballard in Seattle. One night I was walking the street by a Tavern and I had a car drive by several times. Each time they drove by one or another would yell out the window talking about the size of my breast, or how nicely they bounced and how they would love to play windshield wiper.. And as always, I ignored them for not once did anyone approach me in person Instead all they did was drive by and make cat calls, and yell.
It was during one of their drive-bys I crossed the street only to have this pickup wanting to turn. I waved him on to let him turn first but he insisted I crossed. A few minutes later he was back. And he drove around again. He finally caught up with me as I crossed another street. But instead of turning and continuing on, he stop in mid turn blocking me from crossing. He rolled his window down.
“H?” I said Hi back.
“where are you headed?”
Oh. . nowhere inparticular” That was and is my favorite thing to say.
“Need a ride?”
“Not Really. I like walking.”
“Are you sure?”
I said yes I was. And yet, cursing at myself at the same time as he drove away. I was a tad upset with myself but he was waiting for me at the next corner.
“Hop on in!” he said. “ I’m not going anywhere in particular either. Maybe we can go there together!” He said chuckling out loud. I shook my shoulders as I relented and climbed in his truck. We introduce ourselves and then he drove on. Down this block, turn the corner down a few more. Soon we were down under the Ballard bridge where he came to a stop. With an arm over the back of the seat he said; "A Beautiful, young woman such as yourself should not be out so late.”
“I Know, but I like walking around at night.” He slid closer to me on the bench seat. I felt a hand around my back.
“You’re not worried?”
“About what?”
“Those boys driving around back there. They’re just looking for trouble. I was watching to be sure they didn’t hurt you” He said staring softly in my eyes for some time then leaned into me and kissed me. He moved his hand behind my neck. Holding me there as he kissed me. He had taken me surprise! I fought a little bit then relaxed as his tongue touched my lips. I parted my lips and Mmmmed as we kissed. He broke off the kiss and apologized for being so forward and told me beautiful women does that to him.
I told him I did not mind and we kissed again We kissed as partners and it was not long before he was feeling me up. Again I took in a sharp breath as it felt so nice to have him touching me. And it was not long before he had me leaning backwards against the door lying almost on top of me. We kissed for several more minutes before he took my hand and placed it on his hardening bulge. I rub it for some time, even after he had pushed my skirt up exposing my panties. He rubbed me between my legs pushing harder and harder as I squired under his hold on me. Finally I looked into his eyes and asked if would like a blow job? Without any hesitation his pants came unzipped and he let me put my face in his lap. I licked and suck then kissed him some more than I went back down with my lips around his hard yet sift shaft sucking, more and, more. After a while he had me sitting upright and he asked me to take off my panties. I looked in his eyes and told him he might find something there that should not be. He kissed me and started to pull them off. “ I know”
My panties were off and he was eating me.
He had his face buried sucking and licking then he came up off me to let me finish him. He kept his hand between my legs as he wound up and shot a large load of cum in my mouth, begging for me not to swallow yet. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me until he had taken all of his cum from mouth. I saw a smile cross his face as he then kissed me back returning all his cum. He watched as I swallowed it all. I then went back down on his cock to get whatever was left. His cock was warm and going soft. As I licked and sucked him he was writhing with excited pain. I finished we kissed for what seemed like hours, Finally he said we had to go. I put my clothes back on steeping outside to re-tuck and put my panties on. He lite up a cigarette and offer me a drag and I took it, blowing the smoke off to the side with a big smie on my lips.
I took a mirror out of my purse checking out how my make-up survived. Not bad I thought as I fixed whatever needed to be. He chuckled as I fixed my blush saying something about “War paint”.
As I replaced my lipstick, I laughed and told him he loved it! Kissing his lips with fresh, deep red lipstick. I made no offer to wipe it off ad he wore it like badge of honor. I sat next to him with my hand on his knee. He drove me back with an arm around my shoulders. We kissed as I got out of his truck and he drove on. I saw him several times a month after that. I even told him I would wear a calf length button up jean skirt just for him, He had it off me in seconds and laid between my legs for over an hour.
O f all the times we got together there was only once he almost fucked me but we never did. He would reach up my skirt or dress and play with me as I brought him to climax every time.
The last time I saw him, I really was trolling for another man. He parked around the corner of where I was at by Bergan Place. And he half dragged and half talked me into some bushes. He got my skirt off. Unbuttoned my blouse for the first time I might add and had me on my knees sucking him until he came. Afterwards, the guy I was trolling for found me as I got dressed and asked if he could have one too. I gave it to him after he took me up to his apartment and I spent the night with him sucking and having him dry fuck me through my panties. I walked into my house that morning with the sun p for an hour with the famous “Walk of Shame” never once feeling ashamed of what I had been doing.
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A Life as a T-girl part 6
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Posted:Mar 6, 2015 5:11 pm
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In continuation with part 5 I continue:
As with each shopping spree, or after each time I tossed out the old and bought new, you might say my clothing choices and make-up got better and better. I had always worn three inch heels. But my choices of bras and panties got sexier as I went.
Then there was a period of fourteen years I had a few pieces around but I never wore them. I had stopped smoking also during this time. I got married again (I still am) to a woman that has two . And during this time, I ended up with a foster .
I never had any inclination to sleep with her. To me, anyone, male or female, who had no idea if the Beatles were a new group! They were too young for me! But, in doing laundry, I would see her underwear and she would get so embarrassed that I saw her underwear. . . She would then go out and buy new. Thankfully, or not, none of her stuff would fit me. I like her choices of clothes and such
I also started have really bad cravings to smoke again. I had quit for 14 years at this point and what I craved was the sucking action I would have while smoking. It was not long before I started again to both dress and smoke.
For me, smoking and dressing came with each other. As I started to smoke I found myself buying a couple of wigs. One Blond and the other Redhead. I like the Redhead look at times so it has become my choice to dress in.
I found blouses and a skirt my wife was too small for but the fit me pretty well. At the bust line the blouse did not pull and my arms felt as if they belonged in the blouse. Not all hunched up and feeling confined. So I “borrowed” a few making sure I re-hung them so she would not notice I wore them around the house.
I went on-line for tips on how to hide the shadow of a beard. How to apply make-up for T-girls. I found a web site called” Want to Date a Tranni?” So Joined paying for a premium membership. I found and met a few interesting men but all they wanted was for me to not only give them oral! They also wanted me to fuck them as a man in a dress, Something, I refuse to do after all I Am a Woman when I am dressed and women do not fuck men that way!
As on this site it was not all fun and games. Men contact me. Made dates that they never intended to keep or got paranoid to get together and/or would flat out turn chicken. All never calling to say they are not going to show! Just like this site!
I did run across two men, on this site, one of which has followed me to this site. He was one of the real men. He actually talked men into meeting him during the day, something I have never done before. He talked me into meeting him at his place of work. At the time, I could only meet with him but on every other Saturday but we did meet.
The first time we met, I thought the Saturday would never arrive but it finally arrived. I woke at 9 am that morning, took a shower. I put on my foundation and powdered my face. Then I got dressed in the rest if my clothes. I put on a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt over my clothes. Packed up my wig, heels, nails and make-up in a to-go bag. I drive to a near-by park his office. Soon I found a secluded place to park and get finished dressing. After dressing I had a cigarette and drove to his work which was behind a car dealership with a lot of people around.
Nervously, not knowing what to expect, I got out of my car looking around and wanting to jump back in and leave. I walked to the front door. My heels going click, click on the pavement with my hair blowing in my face in the breeze. My breasts bouncing as I walked/ Click, clock was the only sound I heard other than the beating of my heart. A cat call whistle came from the car-lot in my direction. Someone was waving at me from the car-lot. I pulled on the door. Locked!
Locked! I could not believe after spending all this time getting ready! Chancing of being caught! I was scarier than when I got out of my car at this point
Relive flooded my being to a point when the door opened. “Daniele?” Yes I said. He said “Come on in”. He held the door for me, I walked in and he put and arm around my waist. I had no idea of where to go.
The showroom was a combination of showroom and work space and it was cluttered with various projects in various stages of progress of work. With his arm around me he guided me to his office and told me we were alone. He then took me in both arms and kissed me smiling in agreement on how I looked.
He turned on his monitor and started a porn video with a Transgender and two men in various staged of dress. He sat me down on a chair. I sat down. He stepped in front of me standing in front. He took my hands and placed it on his bulge rubbing him.
As I rubbed, I unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. He stepped out of them and kissed me. As I removed his underwear, he reached down and grabbed my breasts, foundling me with abandon. The more he played, the more I wanted him. As soon as his cock popped out I took it into my mouth and started to suck him. His cock got harder. It went from soft to rock hard in my very willing mouth.
On-line he told me how he was going to do me and so the more I sucked the more he felt me up the more I wanted him between my legs fucking me. He moved to another chair asking me to get on my knees in front of him. I knelt taking his cock deep into my mouth sucking him every so gently. He moaned and groaned as I sucked him.
Soon his hands folded around the back of my head thrusting his cock deep down my throat gagging me. I pulled off him and asked not to do that again. I will take him as deep as I can on my own please. He agreed and I went back down on hm. It was not long before he came in my mouth. It was hot and creamy. I tipped my head back and let him watch me swallow. We then kissed deep and passionately. He took me to the floor and laid next to me. Kissing, fondling each other.
He climbed on top of me spreading my legs. Pushing my skirt high. Rubbing as two would in High School as they dry fucked. I really, REALLY! I Wanted him. So fa,r I had never had penetrating sex with anyone but I truly wanted him to take me. But I also knew that it would be awhile before he would be ready again.
We laid there entwined for an hour and not once did I ever let go of his cock and I started to feel him get hard once again. I thought we would actually do it. I was going to be fucked! My body ached for him.
But it was al in naught for all he wanted was another blow job. He told me to go ahead and suck him again but he doubted he would cum again.
I sucked and sucked. We kissed over and over again. He came a second time saying he has never done that before! Shortly, he told me I needed to leave because others would soon be arriving to work. I asked to use the restroom so I may freshen up. He took me to the restroom and waited for me outside. We kissed and he walked me to the door where we kissed again and made arrangement to meet again in two weeks. After I drove to the street as another car came in.
As the week went by I met him again. Horny as could be! I wanted him to fuck me good! This time I even laid on my back taking off my panties and have him climb on top of me. But, as in the first time, and all he wanted was a blow job even after I begged him to fuck me. He as always, would talk me into giving him just a blow job, I had very much wanted to get fucked by him and I always felt frustrated that we did not.
I finally figured out that all I would ever get is his cum down my throat and never inside me so I never saw him again until we met on this site. And as then all he wants even in my bed a blow job.
It was not long before my first time came to fruit. And for me it would be also would be a confusing a time for me.
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